Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this
I think that I've lived too long
With all of my promise unfulfilled
But there is a veil drawn over all of that

I know you'll probably say, spare us the melodrama
I don't know how he chose the pills or the stupid revolver
I'm out of luck
I'm not that strong
My hands, your neck
I might have wrung

Don't try to find me
I'm not worth anything anymore
I am not leaving you with all of your problems
The biggest one is me

Life is dark
Cold as the sea
Embrace me in my anguish
Put seaweed in my hair and vow that you won't cry because
I've gone
I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't go on
I must close now

• Damnation's Cellar
• Dead Letter
• Dear Sweet Filthy World
• Deliver Us
• Expert Rites
• For Other Eyes
• I Almost Had a Weakness
• I Thought I'd Write to Juliet
• Jacksons, Monk & Rowe
• Last Post
• Romeo's Seance
• Swine
• Taking My Life in Your Hands
• The First to Leave
• The Letter Home
• This Offer is Unrepeatable
• This Sad Burlesque
• Who Do You Think You Are?
• Why?